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In the empty tennis club, a lone player, clad in tight whites, finds solace in the rhythmic motion of his hand around his swelling cock. The cold, hard racket lies neglected, as he prefers the warmth and softness of his palm, stroking his engorged manhood with increasing urgency. The echo of his heavy breathing fills the vast, empty space, as he edges closer to release, his body tensing like a coiled spring ready to unload.